My mother's only brother died at 21 in 1944, so all I know of him is
through stories - and my favorite among them concerns opening jars,
believe it or not. Uncle Cecil loved to tighten a lid as tight as he
could get it and then hand the jar to his baby sister, preferably in the
presence of someone who wouldn't believe a woman could have strong
hands. Mom would then open it, every time. Wish I'd inherited that
from her, but I didn't...I always need to use a very handy device you
can buy in any grocery store.
Nina Osier
Geoffrey D. Sperl wrote:
> luz guerra wrote:
>
> > Bonnie Gray wrote:
> > >
> > > Cami wrote: "...after all, who would open jars for me?) ;-)
> "
> >
> > >
> > > lg: I've always found smacking the bottom of the jar to break the
>
> > seal quite effective.
>
> My mother, before and after my parents' divorce (when I was eight),
> used
> to firmly tap the top of the jar against the countertop two or three
> times...
>
> Alas, times change: now I'm 24 (and she's...older than she was), she
> had
> me unscrew a jar just the other day when I was visiting...though she
> also has my 19-year-old sister open jars, too... ;)
>
> - Geoffrey
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